Martinez put the truck in park and shut off the engine.

He came around to the tailgate.

He had on his faded canvas work jacket and heavy leather boots.

“That’s the last run to unit 104,” Martinez said.

He dragged a big cardboard box toward the edge of the metal tailgate.

I took hold of the bottom corners.

The box was heavy with baseball bats, soccer cleats and Cody’s spare batting helmets.

“Thanks for doing all the heavy lifting,” I said.